EPILOGUE

December, Two Years Later

 

“It’s a funny thing,” Daniel said as he stole a too-hot cookie from his wife’s baking sheet and popped it into his mouth.

“What’s that?” she asked, merely shaking her kapped head at his theft as she maneuvered the cookie sheet next to the others to cool.

“I used to love your cookies,” he confided with a grin and a flash of his bright green eyes.

She pouted on purpose. “Used to?”

“Uh-huh.” He swiped a sweet kiss across her lips. “But now I love you even more than your baking.”

Clara giggled with happiness at his words. “I love our Christmas seasons together.”

“And I do, too, sweet Clara.”

His big hands encircled her rounded belly as he bent to nuzzle her neck. “It’s the perfect time for baking love. . . .” he said with undisguised heat.

And she turned to begin gathering ingredients in his arms....